Playing At Home

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 You’ve not been picked for the school team again –
needless to say you were desperate to play
so you’ll not go and support them today,
instead you’ll go home and play your own game,
dribble your ball around the greengage tree,
swerve down the lawn while performing your tricks,
position yourself for a well-judged kick,
score a goal for a talent scout to see.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 After taking more turns around the lawn
(a thorn bush tackles but you’re on the ball)
you score once more against the coal house wall –
goal follows goal and there’s never a draw
as game after game you win for your team –
the school, Reading, England – you are supreme.


Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/playing-at-home/